It is cold and I want your warmth.
I want to taste you, turn your nipple
in my teeth, open my mouth wide,
wide as an adder, and
fill it with your breast.
Feel it dimple against my tongue.
Feel your wetness with my hand,
lips full of heat, opening for my fingers. December outside,
August under a heavy quilt.
Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"